Pressures

It seems my blog has fallen into the hands of a fellow co-worker. Not an office worker but an educator. Oddly enough she doesn't know I know that she has been entertaining herself with all my silly anecdotes. You have no idea now the pressure I feel to eliminate all grammatical, punctuation, spelling, moment in writing where I ramble adding or omitting a needless word--basically all mistakes that a red pen could strike. I feel like one day I will walk in the mail room and one of my blog entries will be in my box with a request for corrections to be made and the grade to be given when I re-post the edited copy.

Let's step back to yesterday. It was the most gorgeous January day, 73*. Then suddenly the cold front moved in and the temperature dropped 50* in a matter of hours. I believe I was prancing around in a bikini at recess duty at noon (okay that is an exaggeration because I wouldn't want to make others jealous, or scare them. You pick which it is) and leaving the building wearing a parka with my head wrapped in a babushka. This morning it is 12*. This winter weather is going crazy! Global warming. the pressure of wearing the correct coat and proper shoes. Aaaaaahhhhhh!